When I enter the kitchen, I stumble back at the intense sight of Sandra and Ethan gripping and pulling and kissing each other's brains out.
"Oh my God guys!" I groan out, my loud voice startling them out of their make out trance. "Can't you both just do stuffs like this in the privacy of your bedroom?"
Sandra adjusts her night dress. Ethan runs his hands over his messy hair, both their faces blushing so deeply.
I shake my head and simply walk to the kitchen counter, where I take out a bottle of water. I screw the cover open and take a long gulp before closing back the lid of the bottle.
When I turn around, I see them leaving the kitchen, their fingers entwined into each other's hold, their faces so close together as they murmur and giggle to each other.
I wish I have what they have. I
